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Ai.>di;ehs:  MRS.  FLORENCE  HOTXOM  P>-OLMS  i'E  AD 
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M  or  tgn<>:es  Foreclosed.  ,  

Ouly  a  Common  Fanner  

TJie  New  Union  VVngon  

A  Glorious  Work,  Ye  Sons  of  Laboi'.. 

Thinkino  What  the  End  May  F^e  

We  Meet  Once  Again  

All  Hnil  ,  

Alliance  Rally  boivg  

Tlie  King^dom  of  Mammon  IShall  Fall 

The  Happy  Time  ,  

Medlev  

Toilers,  Unite  

Campaign  Song  

The  Farmer's  Home  

Send  Allia::)ce  News  

Now  the  'Clouds  of  Hate  Are  Gone  

Where  Will  the  Farmer  Be.  20 

Funeral  Hymn  21 

RaUying  Song  

Let  Us  Work  ,  

Forward  

Pull  For  the  Shore,  Farmer  

('losing  Ode  

Oh,  Say,  Can  You  See  By  tlie  Signs  of  the  Times, 

The  New  Jubilee.  

Our  Order  

Jubilee  Song  


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I 


ALLIANCE 

NIGHTINGALE. 


Go  forth,  little  book,  to  thy  work, 
Cheer  the  strong  and  strengthen 
the  weak; 

Go,  hasten  the  glorious  time — 
The  end  we  so  earnestly  seek. 


EL  DORADO,  KANSAS. 

FLORENCE  HOLCOMB-OLMSTEAD, 
1892. 


Entered  according  to  the  act  of  Con- 
gress, in  the  year  1890,  by  Florence 
Holcomb-01  instead,  in  the  office  of  the 
Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


Sisters  and  Bkethren:— 

The  favor  with  which  my  little  song 
book,  The  Mite,  has  been  received,  and 
the  requests  of  many  members  of  our 
Order,  has  induced  me  to  enlarge  my 
book  to  sucli  proportions  that  the  name 
*'Mite"  is  no  longer  appropriate. 

Hoping  tliat  tliis  Nightingale  may 
herald  the  morn,  and  bring  joy  to  your 
hearts,  and  that  a,ll  may  "sing  with  the 
spirit  and  witli  tlie  understanding/'  I 
remain  your  sisler  in  the  great  reform, 
Flor  ence  IIoi.comb-Olmstead, 

El  Dorado,  Kansas. 


Mortgage  Foreclosed. 

Air — ''Just  Before  the  Battle,  Mothery 

Oil!  I've  lieard  of  Praii-ie  Kaii.sas. 

That  fail'  laiul  so  ])!'()a(l  and  free; 
Witli  itt3  mines  of  choicest  treasures, 

Tiiere's  the  home  for  you  and  me. 
Let  us  take  our  little  savings, 

Just  the  right  time  to  invest, 
For  tlie  country's  new  and  growing, 

And  the  Spring-time  is  the  best. 
Chorus  — 

Never  mind  the  little  moi'tgage, 

That  can  surely  do  no  harm, 
We  will  not  be  asked  to  pay  it, 

'Till  the\'  raise  the  price  of  corn. 
So,  with  teams,  our  cows  and  poultry, 

We  went  west  to  make  a  farm; 
Pj^airies  lovely,  blessed  our  vision. 

Grass  was  green  and  sunsljine  warm, 
And  the  choicest  bloomiiig  llowers  . 

With  sweet  fragrance  tilled  the  air;  ; 
Pleasa^nt  streams  with  water  flowing, 

Peace  and  plenty  everywhere. 
All  our  labc^]  s  were  incessant, 

And  the  plowman  did  his  best, 
Eocks  nor  roots  to  clieck  our  progress, 

Little  time  we  had  for  I'est. 
Forest  trees  and  orcliard  planting, 

Papid  growth  soon  brought  us  fruit; 
Fondest  hopes  our  nunds  enchanting. 

Farming  wa,s  our  chief  pursuit. 
Granaries  hi  led  to  o  verflowina;, 

Bounteous  liarvests  11! led  the  barn, 
B'.it  the  Tru'^ts  put  (b)wn  the  prices, 

.lust  t"^!)  cents  is  all  foi-  coi-n; 
FjM'mei's,  you  can't  borrow  money/' 

l-'ive  per  cent,  a  month  don't  pay, 
we'll  close  and  hold  iiuprovements. 

You  can  move  some  other  way. 

rHOKU«  — 

Farewell,  tliey  have  closed  the  mortgage, 
To  t'-^  laws  we  now  nnist  yield.  ^ 

Robbed,  distressed  and  broken  hearted, 
^^■'e  r.inst  seek  some  otlier  fiel  1. 

— J/z\s',  Tl  J.  Vyhituiann,  Jloii:o7i,  Kansas, 


Only  a  Conimon  Farmer. 

Key,  B.  flat.    Air — "Only  an  Anr 

From  CJKonpioi'.  Orcjan-z^ r . 

Only  a  common  farmer,  proudly  I  staiid. 

Waiting  to  follow  the  Alliance  c^ 
Marching  if  onwcarcl  the  order  shali  . 

Standing  by  the  brethren,  serving  iaithiiilly. 

Chorus — 

Hear  ye  the  battle  cry,  'tis  once  for  r\l^- 

S  e  e  !  s  e  e  1  th e  f arm  e r s  come,  fo  r  \  • .  all 

Sure  the  Alliance  may  depend  oti  : 
Though  but  a  common  farmer  1 
Chorl 

Only  a  common  farmer  now  in  the  "  l 

Guarding  a  principle  that  sliall 
Waiting  to  hear  the  brethren*  onw: 

Ready  then  to  answer,  ''Brethr- 

Only  a  common  farmer,  yet  may  I  share 

Glory  immortal  and  a  bright  crown  \^rear, 
If  in  the  batde  to  my  brethren  true. 
Aline  shall  be  the  honor  in  the  i^i-an 
Cho. 

Rearranged  by  S.  Af,  S-ci^t'L 


The  New  Union  Wagon. 

Key,  C.    Air — ''The  Old  Union  Wagon, 

Bring  out  our  brraid  new  wagon,  boys, 

And  don't  you  fool  around. 

Just  call  for  all  tlie  lal)or  men, 

And  let  us  view  the  ground 

We've  trudged  along  with  weary  feet, 

Our  good  vvives  by  our  ^.lde; 

We've  nulled  the  load  for  many  years, 

It's  now  our  time  to  ride. 

Chorus — 

Then  hurrah  for  our  wagon, 
Our  brand  new  Union  vv'agon; 
Just  pile  into  the  v>-agon 
For  novv'  we're  ^joins;  to  ride. 

Our  vv'agon  it  is  good  and  strong, 

You  need  not  be  afraid, 

Necessity's  a  master  hand, 

For  service  it  is  made. 

Then  come  along  with  right  good  will, 

Your  ballots  surely  bring, 

We'll  ha\  e  a  little. skirmish,  boys. 

And  they'll  be  just  the  thing. 

^Monopoly  is  in  our  track, 

We'll  have  to  knock  him  out; 

And  then  with  party  overseers 

AVe'll  have  a  lively  bout. 

But  brace  up  boys  and  don't  you  flinch, 

Though  loud  the  whip  may  crack, 

We'll  face  them  with  a  solid  front, 

And  never  once  look  back. 

Just  ta,ke  good  aim  and  falter  not. 

But  stand  up  like  a  man; 

Shoot  every  bahot  fair  and  square, 

Don^t  waste  a  single  one; 

And  when  the  smoke  is  cleared  away 

No  enemy  Ave "11  see. 

Oh,  then  a  happy  time  well  have, 

A  glorious  jubilee. 


A  Glorious  Work,  Ye  Sons  of  Labor. 

Key,  C.  Air- — ^'A  Thousand  Years ^  My 
Own  Coliinibia,^^ 

Say,  have  you  heard  of  our  noble  Union? 

Millions  together  stand  as  one. 
Each  for  his  brother's  welfare  working; 

Justice  they  ask,  it  shall  be  done. 

Chorus — 

A  glorious  work  ye  sons  of  labor. 

Rise  and  unite,  your  duty  do. 
Leave  to  your  sons  a  land  of  freedom — 
'  Liberty's  Ught  depends  on  you. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  downcast  workers, 
Succor  at  last  has  come  to  thee, 

Shout  in  your  joy  till  the  happy  echo 
Loudly  resounds  from  sea  to  sea. 

Brotherly  love  and  a  common  danger 

Banded  our  noble  sires  of  old, 
Bravely  they  fought  for  their  rights,  and 
conquered — 

Won  by  their  will,  and  not  with  gold. 

Peacefully  we,  their  children's  children, 
Strive  for  the  homes  their  life-blood 
bought; 

God  is  the  same — we  yet  are  loyal, 

Foes  of  the  right  shall  come  to  naught. 

Back  to  your  place,  ye  foes  of  justice, 
Flee,  for  the  time  is  now  at  hand; 

Gold  shall  not  rule  this  mighty  people, 
Severeigns  proclaim  throughout  the  land. 

Cowards  who  sneer  and  shirk  from  duty. 
Reaping  the  gains  from  others'  toils, 

Hide,  e'er  the  light  of  shining  justice 
Shows  to  the  world  your  withered  souls. 


Thinking  What  the  End  May  Be. 

Key,  a  flat.    Air — ''Tenting  on  the  Old 
Camp  Gro2i7id.^'' 

I  am  thinking  to-night  of  the  many  hands 

Toihng  to  vrin  their  bread, 
Of  the  aching  hearts  and  the  weary  brain — 

Hope  is  ahiiost  dead. 
Many  are  the  children  hungry  to-night, 

Longing  for  a  crust  of  bread; 
Many  are  the  miihons  hoarded  by  might — ■ 

My  heart  is  filled  with  dread. 
Chorus — 

Thinking  to-night,  friends,  thinking  to-night. 

Thinking  what  the  end  must  be. 

Thinking  to-night,  friends,  thinking  to-night, 

Thinking  what  the  end  must  be. 

I  am  thinking  to-night  of  the  lofty  walls, 

Reared  by  faithful  hands, 
Of  the  cities  paved  and  by  labor's  skill 

Joined  by  iron  bands. 
Many  are  the  builders  homeless  to-night, 

No  place  to  lay  his  head, 
Many  are  the  mansions,  dazzling  and  Avhite, 

My  heart  is  filled  with  dread.  — cho. 

I  am  thinking  to-night  of  the  pioneer, 

Battling  with  earth  and  air, 
To  make  him  a  home  in  the  untried  West, 

For  wife  and  children  fair. 
Many  are  the  homesteads  mortgaged  to-night, 

Waiting  for  the  sheriffs  tread; 
Many  are  the  acres  given  by  might — 

My  heart  is  filled  vrith  dread.  — cho. 

I  am  thinking  to-night  we  must  wait  no  more. 

Rise — our  duty  do;  [claim — . 

We  must  ask  for  cur  ovm,  and  our  lands  re- 

To  ourselves  be  true. 
Many  are  the  workers  needed  to-night, 

Mighty  is  the  work  aliead; 
We  must  win  for  the  right,  should  we  fail,  alas! 

It  fills  my  heart  with  dread.  — cho. 


We  Meet  Once  Again. 

Key,  B  flat.    Air — ''Gatherhig  up  the  Shells.'" 

We  meet  once  again  with  each  other, 

To  work  in  the  interest  of  all; 
We  strive  to  make  better  and  wiser 

The  members  who  come  at  the  call. 
Oh,  om'  work  will  seem  lighter  than  ever; 

We'll  sing  more  gaily  than  before; 
For  the  kind,  helpful  words  that  are  spoken 

Will  cheer  and  comfort  evermore. 

Chorus — 

Scattering  seeds  of  wisdom  and  kindness. 
Gathering  many  precious  gems  of  lore; 

Oh,  happier  are  the  days  now  before  us, 
For  we're  working  as  never  before. 

Standing  shoulder  to  shoulder  we'll  conquer. 

Our  power  no  fraud  can  withstand, 
For,  united,  we'll  crush  by  our  numbers 

Monopoly's  rude,  grasping  hand. 
We  are  striving  for  Hberty's  blessings, 

Bequeathed  by  our  fathers  of  yore; 
By  their  courage  and  blood  it  was  purchased, 

By  vigilance  we'll  keep  it  evermore. 


All  Hail. 

Key,  G.  AiR—''JV/2i^elVmgs,'' 

All  hail !  to  our  glorious  Order, 

The  Farmers'  and  Laborers'  Union,  all  hail 
All  hail  to  the  grand  men  and  women 
Who  labor  for  justice. 

Their  work  shall  not  fail; 
For  God  hears  the  cry  of  the  millions 
Who  labor  and  toil,  who  have  reaped  down 
the  grain, 

Their  cries  saith  the  Lord  of  the  Sabbath, 
Shall  not  go  unheaded,  shall  not  be  in  vain. 

Chorus — 

Oh  !  Hark  !  awful  woe  !    Yes,  God  sayeth  woe 
Woe  to  the  rich  who  defraudeth 
The  laborer  out  of  his  hire,  saith  the  Lord; 
For  as  a  hre  it  eateth. 

As  a  witness  shall  rise  up  the  rust  of  his  hoard. 

All  hail  to  our  glorious  Order, 

The  Farmers'  and  Laborers'  Union,  all  hail! 
Work  fast,  in  faith  still  believing 

That  justice  and  equity  yet  shall  prevail. 
Dark  clouds  are  gathered  above  us. 

But  mighty  His  arm.  He  will  scatter  the  nig 
If  we  but  do  our  own  duty; 

Then  stand  by  our  Order,  our  forces  unite. 


— 8— 


Alliance  Eally  Song, 

Key,  F.    Tune — "-Hollow  Fraud.'' ^ 

'Tis  the  farmers  and  their  friends  who  are  now 

fighting  for  the  ends, 
For  which  our  sires  before  us  fought,  and 

bled,  and  died; 
That  as  tillers  of  the  soil,  we  should  find  midst 

honest  toil, 

Homes  of  sweet  content  and  happiness  be- 
sides. 
Chorus — 

Hollow  halt,  political  gags;  hollow  fraud,  old 
money  bags; 
Never  tell  the  people  why  you  had  to  go; 
But  just  bristle  up  your  backs,  while  you  try 
to  hide  your  tracks. 
And  tell  the  folks  your  record's  white  as  snow. 
But  content  we  ne'er  can  be,  'till  from  mort- 
gages we're  free; 
Nor  can  happiness  within  our  homes  abide 
So  long  as  money  kings  and  monopoHstic  rings 

In  our  legislative  chambers  do  abide. 
The  bosses  and  their  clan,  as  well  at  first  may 
understand 
That  party  prejudice  is  being  laid  away; 
They  have  mortgages  on  our  homes,  but  they 
haven't  on  our  votes. 
As  we'll  show  them  when  it  comes  election 
day. 


Combines,  trusts  and  national  banks,  also  all 

political  cranks. 
Now  can  see  the  coming  equinoctial  storm. 
See  them  eagerly  watch  the  shore,  whilst  they 

firmly  grasp  the  oar 
That  has  saved  them,  but  they'll  wreck  against 

reform. 

Don't  forget  to  agitate  while  they're  making  up 
the  slate; 

Have  a  finger  in  the  big  political  pie. 
'Tis  the  right  against  the  might,  and  our  foe  is 
in  a  plight. 

And  we'll  hail  the  glorious  victory  bye  and 
bye. 

— B,  M,  Hodgi7i,  Rose  Hilly  Kansas. 


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The  Kingdom  of  Mammon  Shall  Fall. 

Key.  E  flat.    Air—'T/u'  Hand  Writing 

on  tJie  Wali:' 
There's  a  grand  reformation. 

Have  you  heard  its  welcome  tone? 
It  is  sweeping  through  our  nation, 

'Tis  a  mighty  povrer  grown: 
'Tis  the  voice  of  dov\-ncast  labor. 

As  she  rises  from  the  dust. 
Saying,  come  ye  weary  workmen. 

Hear  the  verdict  of  the  just. 
Chorus — 

The  Kingdom  of  ^^lammon  shall  fall  I 

The  Kingdom  of  Mammon  shall  fall  I 
We  will  lift  on  high  our  banner. 
Let  it  say  in  tones  of  thunder. 

To  ^lammon's  shrine  we'll  never  bo^Y 

See.  the  mighty  host  is  coming. 

]\Iark  the  jewels  on  each  brow. 
'Tis  the  sweat  of  honest  'abor. 

Hark,  they  ask  for  justice  now. 
See  the  hands,  all  worn  and  calloused. 

Of  the  men  and  women  too. 
Shall  their  v\-ork  go  unrewarded? 

Shall  their  toil  enrich  the  few? 

Chorus — 

Equity  and  right  shall  conquer. 

Labor  yet  shall  have  her  own. 
She  has  risen  in  her  power. 

Justice  sits  upon  the  throne. 
He  Avho  sows  shall  reap  the  harvest: 

He  who  builds  shall  enter  in. 
Greed  shall  be  no  longer  master. 

He  who  works  reward  shall  win. 
Chorus — 


— 1 1 — 
The  Happy  Time. 

Key,  G.    Air,  ''There  s  a  Land  that  is 
Fairer  than  Day . ' ' 
There\s  a  time  that  is  not  far  away, 

For  the  dawn  of  its  morning  I  see, 
When  this  glorious  land  that  aVc  love, 
From  oppression  and  greed  shall  be  free 

Chorus — 

In  the  sweet  bye  and  bye, 
When  the  good  and  the  true  shall  unite, 

And  shall  work  side  by  side 
For  each  other,  for  justice  and  right. 

They  are  coming  from  East  and  from  West  ^ 
From  the  North  and  the  South  hear 
the  cry, 

We  will  join  in  the  glorious  fight, 

For  the  righteous  must  win  bye  and  bye. 

All  that  weakens,  degrades  and  enslaves, 
We  will  drive  from  this  land  of  the  free. 

Bj  the  people  our  laws  must  be  made. 
For  the  people  they  surely  shall  be. 

Then  unite,  all  ye  winners  of  bread. 
And  away  with  monopoly's  rule. 

And  demand  what  is  justly  our  own — 
Be  no  longer  the  demagogue's  took 


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Medley. 

(For  two  boys.) 

FIRST  BOY. 

Air — Ya?ikee  Doodle.'' 
Oh,  Yankee's  got  his  dander  up, 

He's  m  an  awful  passion, 
He  says  that  things  shall  not  go  on 

In  such  a  shameful  fashion. 
The  dudes  who  shirk  shall  get  to  work 

Or  starve  if  jt  comes  handy;  * 
They  shant  combine  and  steal  from  us. 

Says  Yankee  Doodle  Dandy. 

SECOND  BOY. 

A.m— ''Dixie.'' 
And  away  doAvn  South  in  the  land  of  cotton 
Won't  we  send  the  "trusts"  a  trottm' 

Right  away,  right  away,  right  away  from 

Dixie  Land 
Hooray!  Hooray  for  Dixie  Land!  Hooray! 
Hooray! 

For  Dixie  Land  has  taken  stand 
To  drive  away  the  robber  band, 

Right  away!  right  away! 
Away  from  sunny  Dixie. 

BOTH  BOYS. 

Air — ''Ameriea. " 
Our  country  we  shall  see 
From  Mammon's  clutches  free, 
Free  once  again. 

Thy  sons  are  patriots  still, 
And  by  their  sovereign  will. 
O'er  every  vale  and  hill 
Justice  shall  reign. 


Toilers  Unite. 

Key,  C.    Air— ^-  W/iere  Hast  Thou 
Gleaned."' 

FIRST — Weary  farmer,  whence  comest  thou 
With  empty  hand  and  clouded  brow? 
Why  so  gloomy  and  sad  to-day? 
Tell  thy  troubles  to  me  I  pray. 

SECOND — All  day  long  Fve  plov^'ed  and  sweat, 
Toiled  to  free  myself  from  debt, 
Toiled  and  struggled,  but  all  in  vain, 
Debts  and  mortgages  still  remain. 

FULL  CHO-Toilers,  unite,  stand  firm  to-day. 
Find  a  remedy  while  you  may; 
Victor's  laurels  will  crown  your  brow 
If  you'll  battle  for  justice  now. 

FIRST — Farmer,  tell  me,  why  is  it  so? 

AVhy  dost  prosper  so  very  slow? 
Hast  thou  squandered  thy  substance 
thus  I 

Or  hast  lost  it  by  drouth  or  rust? 

SECOND — Ah  my  hfe  I've  worlvcd  and  slaved, 
Raised  good  crops  and  always  saved; 
Trusts  and  combines  make  prices  fall, 
Taxes  and  interest  gobble  it  all. 

FIRST — Farmer,  tell  me,  vrhat  canst  thou  do 
To  help  thyself  and  others,  too? 
How  shall  Labor  receive  her  own? 
How  shall  Greed  be  overthrown? 

SECOND — We  are  many  and  we'll  unite. 
We  will  rise  up  in  our  might. 
Say  to  all  the  cheats  we  meet — 
He  who  works  not,  shall  not  eat. 


—  14— 

Campaign  Song. 

Key ,  G .    Am — Va nkee  Doodle 
Once  on  a  time  some  schemers  sly. 
To  win  the  an  election, 
Fixed  up  a  game  to  catch  the  votes. 
And  called  it  --Home  Protection;'' 
Said  they,  we'll  win  in  ' 'Blocks  of  Five' ^ 
By  using  Wall  Street  boodle: 
For  folks  won't  know  what  song  is  simg^ 
So  the  tune  is  -'Yankee  Doodle. 

Chorus — 

And  so  they  waved  the  bloody  shirt,. 
The  tariff  too,  came  handy 
To  separate  and  blind  the  friends 
Of  Yankee  Doodle  Dandy. 

And  then  there  was  another  plaji 

Fixed  up  to  suit  each  section; 

The  makers  said  'twas  not  free  trade;^. 

Of  course  'twas  not  protection; 

They  thought  they'd  play  it  xtry  fine 

And  win  without  a  doubt,  sir; 

And  so  they  raised  the  color  line. 

They  know  what  they're  about,  sir.  Cko, 

We  did  then  what  they  knew  we'd  do,. 

AYe  fiercely  fought  each  other: 

Our  interests  we  quite  forgot, 

In  trying  to  down  our  brother. 

Old  battles  were  fought  o'er  again. 

But  when  it  all  was  done,  sir, 

We  looked  around,  but  looked  in  A^ain 

To  see  what  we  had  won,  sir.  Cho, 


— 15 — 

But  now.  that  we  have  cooler  grown, 

The  record  we  look  over, 

And  things  we  could  not  then  discern 

We  easily  discover; 

And  from  the  past  the  future  read 

Of  their  determination 

To  grind  the  masses  to  the  earth 

AVith  their  class  legislation.  Cho. 

But  we  are  true  Americans, 
We  wont  be  fooled  again,  sir. 
We'll  vote  no  more  for  Wall  Street  pets 
But  for  Alliance  men,  sir. 
In  vain  the  party  lash  they  ply, 
The  party  line  they  tighten; 
In  vain  the  tariff  old  they  use 
To  blind,  deceive  and  frighten. 
Chorus  to  last  verse: 

The  lines  are  old  and  badly  worn, 
You've  used  them  years,  remember, 
The  strain  is  more  than  they  can  bear^ 
They'll  smash  up  in  November. 


— 16— 

The  farmer's  Home. 

Key,  C     Air — Little  Old  Log  Cabin  in  the 
Lane:' 

I  am  old  and  poor  and  feeble  now, 

I've  toiled  for  many  years. 
And  I  know  I  have       \  v:.z  hir r  ::  :.:ide. 

But  rd  hoped  th:.:  l:- 

I  could  rest  in  joy  and  peace 
With  my  dear  old  wife  in  comfort  by  my  side. 
Chorus — 

But,  alas!  though  we've  been  .frugal, 

And  lived  poor  and  done  our  best, 
In  our  home  we  can  no  longer  now  remain, 

For  the  mortgage  soon  will  take  it. 

And  we'll  have  to  go  away. 
Though  it  fills  our  heart  with  misery  and  pain. 

Oh  I  our  home  is  ver\'  dear  to  us. 

We've  planned  it  verr  y  vear —  [are. 
Ever}^  tree  and  fence  just  where  they 

The  orch:^:'  ' : /     :  .     ,  j:; 

We  hav-:  _     :  .'.e.  [care. 

And  the  iio'-vcr^  .v.ic  lias  nursed  wizh  tender 

It  was  here  we  raised  our  children. 

Here,  they  prattled  'round  oiu:  door;  [done; 
Here  the  best  part  of  oiu-  life  work  has  been 

And  we  thought  to  ail  enjoy  it. 

And  perhaps  have  something  left 
For  the  children  when  our  race  of  life  was  nm. 


—17— 

Oh!  weVe  raised  our  children  honest, 

And  done  for  them  what  we  could; 
B\it  they've  worked  sometimes  instead  of  going 

For  we  had  to  make  our  Hving.    [to  school. 

But  we  taught  them  what  was  right, 
And  to  practice  every  day  the  golden  rule. 

Although  they  love  us  dearly, 

And  would  save  us  from  this  pain,  [store. 
And  they'll  share  with  us  whate'er  they  have  in 

They  have  many  crires  and  times  so  hard, 

Although  they'll  not  complain — 
To  increase  their  heavy  burden  grieves  us  sore. 

But  we'll  soon  be  done  this  journey. 

Soon  we r;iach  .  '^e  gates  of  pearl, 
And  the  an^ei  Liioiigh  we're  old  and  very  poor, 

Will  open  wide  the  portal, 

For  up  there  our  title's  clear, 
■  And  home  at  last  we'll  dwell  forever  more, 
Chorus  to  last  verse — 

Yes,  in  the  Father's  house  above, 

Where  many  mansions  be,  [made; 
There  no  mortgage  through  misfortune  will  be 

But  those  who've  kept  the  golden  rule. 

Will  there  find  just  reward — ^ 
An  inheritance  that  never  more  will  fade. 


— 18— 

Send  Alliance  News. 

Key,  B  flat.    Air — ''Let  the  LoTvei-  Lights 

he  Bn7'ning.'''' 
Fi'om.  the  C^amirion  Organizer. 

Can  we  not,  dear  brother  farmer, 
Keep  our  object  full  in  view? 

Having  charity  for  others 

When  we  meet  in  grand  review. 

Cho.— 

Let  the  lower  lights  be  burning  ! 

Send  AUiance  news  to  all. 
Some  poor  faiHng  struggling  farmer, 

By  assistance  may  not  fall. 

Let  the  brothers  and  the  sisters 
Teach  the  world  of  true  reform. 

Lending  others  our  assistance 
As  the  work  is  pressing  on. 

— Cho. 

Ah !  the  time  for  reformation 

Flas  been  coming  to  these  years, 

Waiting  for  the  preparation 

That  has  come  with  many  fears. 

Fears  of  what,  I  ask  dear  brother, 

In  the  name  of  charity, 
Fear  ourselves,  we  need  not  others, 

For  this  work  is  equity. 


Wow  the  Oiouds  of  Hate  Are  Gone, 

Key,  C.    Air — "  Jf'7/en  the  Mists  have 
Cleared  A^i^ay^ 

IVe  are  working,  bra^'ely  working, 

In  a  grand  and  noble  cause; 
We  would  educate  the  people 

Who  must  make  the  nation's  laws. 
Equal  Rights  to  All,  our  motto, 

Special  Privileges  to  None, 
Peace  to  all,  to  all  life's  blessings. 

Shall  this  noble  work  be  done? 

Cho.— 

Now  the  clouds  of  hate  are  gone 
And  the  blindness  passed  away, 

Men  will  see  the  truth  and  do  it. 
In  the  light  of  this  glad  day. 

We  are  working,  bravely  working, 

To  unite  in  heart  and  mind 
All  the  true  that  love  our  nation, 

We  would  elevate  mankind. 
We  would  heal  the  bitter  heart-aches. 

We  would  have  the  people  see 
Hate  though  clothed  in  dazzling  garments, 

Patriotism  cannot  be. 

—Cho. 

Though  our  past  mista'tces  are  many. 

Pause  not  to  recount  them  o'er. 
For  the  present  needs  our  labor. 

And  it  needs  us  more  and  more. 
Let  us  then,  as  men  and  brethren. 

Quickly  to  the  rescue  fly; 
One  in  heart  and  one  in  action. 

We  will  conquer  bye  and  bye. 

—Cho. 


Where  Will  the  Farmer  be? 

Key.  C.  Air— ^^[[7/^/  Shall  the  Harvest  he?' 
Drifting  along  as  the  cuxrent  flows. 
Dreaming  not  of  the  coniincr  woes, 
S\^'iftly  nearh"  :I. 

Soon  its  billc  .   

Oh!  where  will  tiie  farmer  be? 
Oh!  where  will  the  farmer  be? 
Chorus — 

Drowned  by  the  combine  and  drowned  by 
the  trust. 

Sunk  by  his  int'rest  or  us'r}'  unjust, 

Held  down  by  taxes  on  more  than  his  tea- 

Where,  O  where,  will  the  farmer  be? 

Soundly  he  sleepis  as  he  downward  flies. 
Sees  not  the  danger  that  'round  him  lies. 
If  he  but  wakes  from  that  stupid  state. 
He  may  escape  from  that  awful  fare. 
Oh!  where  will  the  farmer  be?  etc. 

Home  and  happiness  pass  from  sight, 
Held  by  monopoly's  legal  right; 
Feebly  he  struggles  in  sinking  sand — 
No  one  extends  him  a  helping  hand. 
Oh!  where  will  the  farmer  be?  etc. 

Now  he  awakens,  vdth  ready  will 
Bends  to  his  oars,  he  has  power  still. 
Steady  he  pulls  with  a  might}-  stroke; 
Loudly  his  enemies  'round  him  croak. 
Oh!  where  ^nll  the  farmer  be?,  etc. 

Strikes  he  nobly  for  home  and  friends, 
Quickly  oppression  before  him  bends, 


 2  I  


Trusts  and  monopolies  Tound  him  fall, 
See  by  his  strength  he  has  conquered  all 
Oh!  there  will  the  farmer,  etc. 
Chorus  to  last  verse — 
Saved  by  his  courage, 
Yes,  saved  by  his  might, 
Saved  by  uniting  good  sense  with  the  right, 
Soon  from  injustice  and  wrong  he'll  be  free 
There,  yes,  there  will  the  farmer  be. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

Key,  C.    Air — ^'  One  Sweetly  and 
Sol  em  n  J'/i  ought.  ^ ' 
Oh,  calmly  rest  in  peace, 

And  sweetly  slumber  on; 
How  perfect  is  thy  rest, 

With  all  thy  labor  done. 
Thine  armor  is  laid  down, 

Thy  warfare  now  is  o'er; 
The  toils  and  cares  of  life 

For  ihee  shall  be  no  more. 
For  thee  death  hath  no  sting 

And  grave  no  victory; 
'T  was  but  sweet  messenger 

To  set  thy  spirit  free. 
We  weep  but  for  our  loss, 

For  on  the  other  shore 
By  faith  we  see  the  still 

Not  dead,  but  gone  before. 
Oh,  may  we  think  with  care 

On  this,  our  last  abode; 
Oh.  may  we  every  one 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 


 22  

Rallying  Song. 

Air,    John  Brown's  BodyJ^ 

'Written  for  the  Alliance  T ribune. 

We're  a  band  of  willing  workers, 

We  are  tillers  of  the  soil, 
And  welcome  to  our  numbers 

All  who  win  their  bread  by  toil. 
All  wrongful  combinations 

By  our  efforts  we  would  foil 
As  we  go  marching  on. 

Chorus — Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
Our  cause  is  marching  on 

The  asserting  power  of  mammon 
Now  is  felt  through  all  the  land; 

While  the  votaries  of  Shy  lock 
Are  united  in  a  clan; 

And  e'en  presume  to  lord  it 
Over  nature's  nobleman, 

But  we  go  marching  on. 

Let  us  wage  a  bloodless  battle. 
And  an  honest  course  pursue; 

With  our  bullets  only  ballots 

We  will  put  the  matter  through; 

Strike,  while  the  iron's  hot. 
With  victory  in  view 

As  we  are  marching  on. 

A  strong  and  valiant  yeomanry 

Have  entered  on  the  race; 
The  stains  upon  our  country's  page 

We  fain  would  now  erase. 
Though  ridicule  from  Shylocks 

May  be  flaunted  in  our  face 
We  still  are  marching  on. 

Those  who've  been  our  trusted  leaders 

Must  leave  the  beaten  track. 
Tho'  with  tears  or  sighs  they  leave  12s, 


—23— 

Yet  we  would  not  call  them  back; 
Their  numerous  broken  pledges 

They  cannot  now  retract, 
For  we  are  marching  on. 

A  country  for  the  people. 

Not  for  a  boasted  few; 
Our  Sainted  fathers  kept  this 

Sacred  principle  in  view. 
In  our  hearts  is  still  implanted 

This  maxim  firm  and  true. 
So  we  are  marching  on. 

—M7's.  Z.  £.  Hull. 

Let  Us  Work 

Key,  F.    Air — ''Toiling  On.^' 
Let  us  work  !    Let  us  work  ! 

There  is  much  we  must  do, 
That  the  many  may  prosper 

Instead  of  the  few; 
So  that  he  who  produces 

Shall  also  enjoy 
The  fruits  of  his  labor, 

With  naught  to  annoy. 

Cho. — 

Come  along  !  Come  along  ! 

Join  our  throng  !  Join  our  throng  ! 

Let  us  work  and  think. 

Let  us  hope  and  pray. 

And  labor  till  the  ^^'ork  is  done. 

Let  us  work  :    Let  us  work  ! 

With  our  minds  and  our  will, 
To  restore  peace  on  earth 

And  our  mission  fulfill 
Be  not  idle  but  faithful, 

For  wrong  will  not  right. 
Kxcept  we  compel  it — 

Then  work  with  your  might. 


Fory/ard; 

Key,  G  sharp. — Scatter  Seeds  of  Kijidness . 

By  Permission  — F rom  C/iUHijrLOn  Orrjcimzer . 

There's  a  great  reformation 

That  is  dawning  on  us  now; 
It  is  moving  all  the  nation 

With  its  grand  con^'incing  brow. 
Let  us  not  forget,  my  brother. 

That  there's  others  live  to-day, 
And  their  rights  vre  shall  remember, 

As  we  travel  on  the  v/ay. 
Chorus — "Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness 
Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness; 
Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness; 
For  our  reaping  by  and  by." 
If  you  see  a  brother  falter, 

And  his  he?trt  grows  faint  with  fear, 
Point  him  back  to  his  remembrance, 

When  Alliance  v/as  not  near. 
When  ail  hope  of  reformation 

Had  been  trampled  in  the  dust. 
And  the  best  blood  of  the  nation 

Gave  the  vrork  up  in  disgust. 
Hope  is  lifted  fi-om  beneath  us 

And  is  sitting  on  her  throne: 
We  have  brushed  the  dust  from  off  her, 

And  shall  place  on  her  a  crown. 
This  crown  shall  be  immortal, 

For  it's  made  of  charity; 
Placed  in  gold  across  the  forehead, 

So  the  world  m.ay  look  and  see. 
Let  us  one  and  all  remember 

That  this  world  is  for  us  all; 
That  there's  none  that's  independent; 

No!  there  is  none  that  may  not  fall. 
Then  I  beg  of  you  look  forvard 

To  the  crovm  tliat  hope  shall  wear, 
And  have  charity  for  others. 

And  of  selfishness  beware. 


—25— 

Pull  For  the  Shores  Farmern 

Key,  G.    Air — '^Full for  the  Shore ^  Sailor,^ 

Light  in  the  darkness,  farmer,  day  is  at  hand, 
See  they  are  congregating  all  o'er  the  land; 
Drear  was  the  voyage,  farmer,  now  almost  o'er, 
Safe  in  the  Alliance,  farmer,  pull  for  the  shore. 
Chorus — 

Pull  for  the  shore,  farmer,  pull  for  the  shore; 
Heed  not  the  growling  ^nes.  but  bend  to  the 
oar; 

Safe  in  Ahiance,  farmer,  ciing  lo  seh'  no  more, 
Leave  the  poor  old  crumbling  wreck  and  pull 

for  the  shore. 
Trust  in  Ahiance,  farmer,  all  else  will  fail: 
Longer  the  surges  dash  and  fiercer  the  gale; 
Lleed  not  the  outside  world  though  loudly  they 

roar; 

Watch  the  helm  and  keep  her  straight  and  pull 

for  the  shore. 
Bright  gleams  the  morning,  farmer,  uplift  your 

eye, 

Clouds  and  darkness  disappearing,  glory  is  nigh; 
Safe  in  Ahiance,  farmers,  sing  ever  more, 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah,  pull  for  the  shore. 
— S,  M,  Scott,  McPherson,  Kansas, 


Closing  Ode, 

Key,  G.    Air — ''Beulah  Land.'^ 

B'j  pennissioiL — From,  Champion  Organizer,. 

A\'e  B'jw  have  done  our  evening's  work, 
There's  no  one  here  vv'ho's  thought  to  shirk 
Yes,  done  our  work  we  think  quite  W^ell, 
If  not,  there's  no  one  here  to  telL 

Chorus — 

AUiance  braid,  Alliance  band, 
Shoulder  to  shoulder  now  we  stand. 
Good  night !  good  night !  to  one  and  all 
We'll  come  whene'er  v/e  hear  the  calk 

We  bid  you  ail  good  night  again. 
Let  Truth  and  Justice  be  our  plan; 
Equality  we  know  is  right. 
To  one  and  ail,  good  niglit !  good  night 
Cho. 


Oh  Say,  Can  You  See  By  tlie  Signs  of 
the  Times? 

Key,  B  flat.    Air — -'The  Star  Spangled  Banner,''^ 

Oh,  say  I  can  you  read  by  the  signs  of  the  times 
That  the  people  once  more  to  the  rescue  are 
commg? 

Once  aroused  they  will  hurl  from  our  glorious  land 
Proud  Liberty's  foes  ■vvho  so  basely  are  scheming. 

Chorus — 

Hear  the  songs  on  the  air  as  vre  loudly  declare 
We  will  yet  save  our  homes  and  our  councry 
so  fair. 

Oh  !  Freedom's  bright  banner  still  proudly  shcJl  wave, 
Nor  shelter  a  tyrant  nor  sanction  a  slave  . 

The  tyrants  we  fight  are  opposed  to  the  right; 
They  work  for  the  power  to  oppress  and 
enslave  us. 

But  we're  Liberty's  sons,  we  can  never  be  slaves, 
"The  people,  the  people  our  trust"  yet  to  save  us. 

— Chorus. 

The  truth  still  is  mighty  and  soon  shall  prevail: 
The  right  and  the  might  now  together  are  woi 

Then  we'll  shout  in  great  joy,  and  our  forces  enipioy_, 
Let  no  patriot  now  be  from  duty  found  shrinking. 

Chorus. 


Tli9  Hew  Jubilee. 

Key,  B  flat.     Wx—-' Marchiiig  through 

Come,  ye  wc.;;  jrs, 

We'll  sing  a         new  song, 
*Tis  the  glorious  julnlee 

We've  v.-ai so  long, 
Sing,  then,  j::  ./^  ne  .er  sang, 

Unite:d,  hrni  and  strong. 
While  we  are  marching  to  victory. 

Chorus — 

Hurrah  I  Hurrah  I  another  jubilee  I 
Hurrah  :  Hurrah  !  cic-hvcrance  we  see; 
North.  ^ast,  and  West, 

To„  j:  _ :  a;^^   .  ,.r.  ^.ce. 
While  v\-e  are  marching  to  victory. 

]Many  years  vre've  toiled  and  worked, 

And  wondered  why  it  was 
We  were  poor  while  others  thrived, 

And  now  we've  found  the  cause; 
In  unity  alcuc  is  strength, 

'Tis  one  of  Nature's  laws; 
Now  we  are  marching  to  victory. 

Now  we  think  as  well  as  work, 

I''^  -"r^'  ^-^'^u,  boys,  it  pays, 

Vv'e"  our  own  business  now, 

A  :  own  ways. 

Let  l;e  forgot, 

A  .  J  better  days, 

Whi  ;  irrarchmg  to  victory. 

'•Nov;,  boys,  heap  out  of  politics," 

T'"  :  -     '  '  huiS  say, 
'•For  ci:  hurt,  or  you  '1  Imrt  us — 

Don't  ]nc._idA  with  it  pray, 
Just  work  aAng.  we'll  tend  tc  ihat.'' 


 20  

Oh,  tell  us  in  v/hat  way,  • 
While  v/e  are  marching  to  victory. 

Now,  politicians,  don't  turn  pale, 

You  needn't  tremble  so; 
But  then  there  is  a  tiling  or  two 

Which  you  will  have  to  know — 
Who  works  against  our  interests 

Will  surely  have  to  go, 
For  we  are  marching  to  victory. 

Our  Order. 

Key,  D.    K\x—'^Hold  the  Fort,'' 

We're  a  band  of  union  brothers, 

Working  for  the  right; 
Unity  shall  be  our  motto. 

For  in  that  is  might. 

Chorus — Brethren,  let  us  work  together 
For  each  other's  good, 
Labor  for  our  glorious  Order, 
Noble  Brotherhood. 

We  will  guard  each  other's  welfare, 

Always  speak  the  truth, 
Take  the  Bible  as  ojir  way  bill 

For  old  age  and  youth. 

In  distress  we'll  try  and  comfort 

And  protect  the  weak; 
Work  for  harmony  and  order — 

Education  seek,. 

Unity  in  things  essential, 

Charity  in  all. 
Is  the  practice  we  must  follow, 

Prejudice  must  fall. 

All  our  laws  are  built  on  reason, 

Equity,  and  then 
Peace  on  earth  is  our  intention 

And  good  will  to  men. 


—30— 


Jubilee  Song — (Anthem.). 

Key,  B  flat.    Air — ''Hark  the  Song.'' 
"Hark,  the  song  of  Jubilee! 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar," 
Rich  and  poor  aUke  shall  be 

On  America's  free  shore. 
He  who  labors  with  his  hands 

Shall  receive  a  just  reward. 
Unjust,  ruinous  demands. 

Now  no  longer  shall  be  heard, 
For  our  past  mistakes  we  see. 

We  with  prejudice  are  done, 
North  and-  South  at  last  can  see, 

That  their  interests  are  one. 
Solid  South  and  North  no  more 

Talk  and  work  in  silly  spite. 
But  together  now  we  stand, 

Working  bravely  for  the  right. 
And  with  justice  for  our  motto, 

We  are  bravely  marching  on, 
And  with  justice  for  our  motto, 

Soon  the  vict'ry  will  be  won. 
Hurrah  !  Hurrah  I  Hurrah  I  Hurrah  I 


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